Poetry

THE WATERS OF GOD

The river of God is full of water
Refreshing to all who come to it
Life giving to all who satisfy their thirst from it

Renewed are those who rest at its banks
And encamp along its shores
They never find its bed dry or its flow sluggish
Day or night abundance flows

Its origin is heavenly mountains
Its end a measureless ocean
Wisdom is in its pools
Strength surges in its current

Taste sweet waters, refreshing to the weary
Wash in clean waters, which restore the soul
Drink joyful waters, rejuvenating to the burdened
Dive in cool waters, which renew the spirit

Its song calms the agitated and soothes the accused
Its breezes invigorate the overwhelmed and cheer the distressed

Yet, the proud refuse to stop there
They spit out its life giving waters
It has no sweetness on their tongues

The foolish prefer waters they think they own
They favor stagnant pools and dive into muddier ponds
They swallow muddy draughts and say it is satisfying
They drink diseased waters and call them good

Their shores abound with the bones of earlier travelers
Still they pitch their tents and call it a fruit place
They drink their fill and yet wither from thirst

Come, drink living waters, calls the Lord of all good
Wander no more in desert places
Crawl no longer on dry beds

Plunge into the river of God
Be delighted in its clean waters
Live richly in its pleasant gardens

Stay, abide, be home
Live, rest, be fruitful
Drink, be filled, overflow

 

Kyle Huber July 2015